i cannot beleive you are not already a classified genious. so here i am, classifying you. as a genious. i love you. fevever; which is; feverishly forever. love! molly!
Why are they shouting at them?You owe me an e-mail, Miss.
Hooray for snails! And boo for small children yelling at them, because one should always be nice to snails.
they are saying... perhaps.. "Yes, yes, you are nice.. keep being snails.. hurrah!"